Repercussions

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]

Don't bring them problems to my Momma house, play around

Some say he was never found, you play out of bounds

Problem? You best say it now and we won’t wave it down

Moving through my haters town, none of them are proud

I'm on my flyer shit, I'm buttoned up, I leveled up

I told my girl, be back, I doubled up, I made her blush

I’m on a half, I'm feeling wired up

Big body truck, I'm high as fuck, I'm doing like 90 something

I'm playing ready bout the baby, got my body jumping

My Queen with me, she ain't tripping, shit you gotta love it

Skip the discussions, repercussions, keep that reefer coming

I smoked an L and told my dawgs "You know it's all or nothing"

Keep adding crunches, every day I'm adding minor touches

Somebody bluffing, everybody claim they getting money

You people funny, all I’m thinking when I’m out in London

I made it public, independent, you know how I'm coming

Feel it in your stomach

People talking like he up to something, I’m alpha stomping

Got it jumping like I'm Kylie Jenner

Somebody tell 'em shit get crazy when I find a rhythm

I'm dying to get ’em, I been patient, I been handling business

Them big decisions got me privileged, been on my wildest dreams

No hesitation, know I'm coming with no reservations

Just hella changes for my people, we need reparations

Them Devil stations, I been healing all my past relations, through conversations

Treat this music like my testimony, my revelations

Still I know I'm nowhere near my greatest, working on it (Huh)

[Verse 2: Slim Diesel]

I got two MAC-11's and went and bought me a K'

I been fighting the Devil, feel like I'm locked in the cage

How you dig with no shovel, rebel you lost in a daze

All my niggas is instrumental, we're running the fade

I got two sticks with a drum kit, what you want, bitch?

Oh shit, you a locksmith, you can get popped quick

Oh Lord, oh no

I swear to God, I heard you're pussy when I'm in the park

You been a fraud

Only reason that you ain't split it all, you still a fraud

Hold a [?] a synagogue, I been a God, it's dead

[Outro]

Hood Nation (Body Bag)

Body Bag (Aye)

And we the motherfuckin' truth, ya heard? (Aye)